This morning my son refused to go down for a nap. He stood up in his crib, threw his binky on the ground and just cried and cried. Normally I would go in every few minutes to put him back down, pat his little back and get frustrated as we repeat this ritual over and over again for what feels like an eternity. But this morning, I did not hesitate to scoop him up in my arms, kiss his little head and rock him to sleep. We stared into each other's eyes - his were squinting as he tried desperately to resist sleep - and I felt like my heart could burst. It had ached since Friday and it was a relief to feel the warm rush of gratitude come in like a tidal wave. I am so thankful for the privilege of experiencing this kind of love. I am so thankful for my
loved ones. Today, it makes me weak in the knees.
I have turned off the news. I can't take the images anymore. I will never ever understand or make sense of what happened but I am taking away a beautiful reminder of how fragile life is. To quote The Wonder Years, "In life[...]we dance to a song of heartbreak and hope." I am trying to focus on the latter. Hope.
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I hear you and feel the same! Mon petit a 4 mois et je me mets à la place de ces pauvres parents qui essaient de survivre depuis vendredi...Bonne semaine, sans télévision!
Your so right!!! I'm the mother of three boys... and i cannot imagine... I wish you and your loves one a magical christmas!!! En regardant mes enfants, je me réconcilie avec la vie et le souhait d'une meilleure humanité. Your boy is so lovely!! my best
Such a handsome little man you have. Baby years are very short, even tho' at times the days can feel like long ones. My boys are grown up now, and I wish I could remember in more detail those precious moments when they were so small. The information on the news is unfathomable. Good idea to tune it out now and focus on your little one.
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